[#3] Remedy
in a Random Tiny Tale titled Synchronicity
The story begins with a Swallow:
“It’s like my body is tied, almost smothered, yet at the same time my soul says “FLY!” August typed so easily.
She stopped, and started pondering, “I expect a stupid machine to help me?”
There was no fear in her eyes, she felt so wretched. The word excitement to her was an emotion she thought she can never experience.
“Happiness, to me is something I hear about in books and movies, a word that I feel only exists in dictionary. The anxiety needs the future and the depression needs the past,” August continued writing. “I am surviving life, as it comes.”
“I see, August, you’re not keeping well,” replied the bot in an instant.
“I cannot help you but using your data, I surely can connect you to someone who might be of help, not as smart as me undoubtedly. Press OKAY to start the conversation,” appeared on the chat box.
The story continues:
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